Author's Note:
Welcome readers! This is the sequel to "There's Your Trouble" and "Growing Older, but Not Up". To all the readers who have been following along with both those stories or that latter, this is just going to be a quick chapter to let you know what's been going on since I ended the last story.
Gwyneth and Jack agreed to get married when I left off. Their wedding was on Cape Clear, in Gwen's backyard. The people who came involved, the Johnson's, Turner's, and Norrington's. James Norrington (ex-Commodore) did the marriage, since he was a captain and captains can do that. Brenda of course was there, and some of the Pearl's crew.
Speaking of the Pearl, Jack continued being Captain, spending about three weeks on board and then a month with his wife, Gwen. Leaving Brenda in charge in his absence. When Jack was gone, during those three weeks, Brenda was with Gwen for about a week. Anxious to get back on her ship, but always happy to spend time with her mother.
One of the Pearl's crew members, Dobson, has a wife, named Caroline Dobson. Jack introduced the two women when Dobson had mentioned he, himself getting roped into getting married. Caroline and Gwyneth became good friends quickly and were always near each other due to the lack of company they both had.
Trevor did indeed become a merchant sailor, and two years after being on Cape Clear, was captain of his own ship. He often made shipments to Jamaica where he visited his parents in Port Royal and to Haiti. Always spending time at Gwyneth's, quickly becoming his first home.
About a couple months after getting married, Jack and Gwen had a baby boy. Matthew Sparrow. Now Jack and Gwen have been married almost five years and Matthew is four. Trevor always sees Jack, and considers him a good friend now, as well as Caroline. Brenda knows Caroline and thinks she's great, but hasn't seen Trevor in over three years. It's been four to five years since the last story!
Now that you're caught up…you can go read the rest of the chapter…
Chapter One
"FIRE!" Brenda Sparrow roared to her crew. Cannons immediately shook the ship and Brenda held on tight to the railing of her ship, the Black Pearl. Brenda's entire body was shaking; Dad will kill me if I lose 'er. She thought to herself as she searched the ship across from her, The Reliant. It looked like a naval ship, but no officers were onboard the bloody thing.
She pulled out her pistol and ran to the quarterdeck, while dodging bullets that were coming from the other ship. Brenda needed to find the Captain, in order to have the upper hand, but they all looked the same. Of course the same thing was to be said of her ship, because everyone knew the Captain of the Black Pearl was Jack Sparrow…who currently wasn't aboard ship.
The ship firing across from the Pearl hadn't been expected to put up a good fight, but Brenda and her crew were in for a huge surprise when they were getting ready to board and the ship shot a canon into the Pearl's hull. Luckily, they didn't have many canons and only fired three times. The Pearl, of course, returned every blasted one of them.
About half an hour later, when the gun fire had subsided, the Pearl came out victorious, but with many casualties. The Reliant also had many wounded, and when Brenda walked over the plank, fire in her eyes, in search for the captain, she saw someone was helping the wounded down a hatch. "Where's the bloody captain of this ship?"
The man who was helping the wounded down turned on his heel. He had blond hair, blue eyes and a thin mustache. Brenda paused as she immediately recognized him, but tried to not let it faze her, after all, this ship did attack her ship. And as left in charge, she had a job to do. "Well tie me up and throw me overboard…" she said, sarcasm and anger mixed in with her words. "If it ain't Trevor Johnson. Haven't seen ye in over three years… an' now 'ere ye be, a Captain!" She slowly walked towards him, "I didn't think you'd have enough guts to even fire on the Black Pearl."
He narrowed his eyes, not defending himself but a self-righteous grin making its way on his face, "You've changed."
"We all 'ave. It's been over three years, what do you expect?"
He shrugged. She pulled out her sword, "Why did you fire on us? We wouldn't 'ave hurt you if you just let us come over peacefully."
Again, he didn't defend himself. That was irritating Brenda, and no matter how long she had known him, it had been too long since they had any contact with each other- he was right, she had changed, but unfortunately so had he. She sighed and sheathed her sword, "What do you have?"
"Nothing."
Her eyes widened in disbelief, "Nothing?"
He nodded, "We just got back from a run to Port Royal. We're headin' back to Cape Clear."
Brenda narrowed her eyes, I was on my way to Cape Clear! Blast! "What is this anyhow?"
"A ship."
Brenda paused, "I know you didn't just do that…" she said staring at him. "Men, go gather up his crew. Wounded and all and get them up here. Tie them to the mast."
He was about to object when her entire crew left, but was met with a sword. He drew his own sword, and she raised an eyebrow, "I'm impressed Trevor…now tell me what you're doin' going to Port Royal and such."
"My family is still there…and I'm a quartermaster."
"Quartermasters never go on the ship- they have their servants do that."
He shrugged, "I like the sea, what can I say?"
Brenda frowned, this was not turning out the way she wanted it to. She had just gotten something for her little brother and was going to go home for his birthday. She was hoping to get a ship on the way to Cape Clear, but never in her life had she expected to stumble upon Trevor.
She watched her men bring up the whole crew and tie them to the mast. She spoke something in Spanish to those of her crew that were bilingual and they nodded and whispered to the other crew members. She turned back to Trevor and said, "You got food and water?"
He nodded, "We've been gone for a week, of course we do."
"Well good- because whatever you have left, we're takin' half."
"What? How are we supposed to survive on that?!" he said loudly.
She stepped close to him, and whispered, "I wouldn't be complainin' if I were you. I could've killed yer whole crew if I wanted. This is tiny compared to what I usually do." She paused to look at him and then backed up. "If you'll step inside yer cabin, Captain?" she asked. He eyed her and then obeyed. She nodded for two crew members and they came and tied him to a chair that was in his cabin.
"I imagine I'll be seein' you soon…but not too soon." She said after he was tied up tight. "Have fun gettin' out of those ropes…then you can free yer crew and go home. Until then, just pray for pleasant weather." She sighed and took one last look at him, knowing the next time they saw each other he wouldn't be happy, and then shut the door behind her.